The lunatic stares at the sky
Feeling the rain piercing the bones.
The blood is fire. The blood is fire
Never again.Walk alone.
Spinning heads. Expanded optical nerves.
The blood is fire . The blood is fire.
And don't ask why .Do not ask why.
Could have been yours.
Create from loneliness.
Sorrow is curse.
The blood is fire . The blood is fire
12.05.2014
